My Room Poem by Debra Kay Robinson

My Room

Rating: 5.0


Your strength was certain
Somewhere to turn
My refuge, my family, my friend

Through stone reflections in the full-length mirror
You witnessed my tears;
I shared in your silence.

A haven of hope
Balancing the scale between greater of pains
Shared with no other
Long buried away…

Words not exchanged
Yet understood
I grew up in your care.

© 1983

Saturday, June 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: miscellaneous
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Even though I grew up in a large family, many times I felt quite alone, misunderstood, and even unwanted. My poetry was my voice, my room, my sanctuary.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Khairul Ahsan 25 June 2014

This beautiful poem of yours has touched me. The note has helped me understand the poem better. Sometimes loneliness is a bliss, sometimes a curse. Your room was a silent witness to your tears, yet, a haven of hope, under whose care you grew up, without exchanging a word. A fantastic expression! I've rated this poem 10/10.

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Vijay Sai R 08 June 2014

Its nice to be alone...sometimes..all creative thoughts emerge only when we are undisturbed..enjoy that too...

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